A small but potent archive of full PDF scans of late 70’s/early 80’s UK anarcho/ feminist punk zines is up now at Essential Ephemera
It never once occurred to me to do a search for any videos of The Fugs on YouTube. The reason being that I never expected to find any! What TV station would have allowed THEM on the screen? Answer: A Swedish one! (Perhaps one where no one spoke English?)
As you watch this clip from a show called Swiiisch—especially the part with Ed Sanders’ rap about being into “astral perversion” and getting sucked off by ring-tailed fruit bats—try to picture what sort of conniption fit Richard Nixon or J. Edgar Hoover would have had if this had run on American television.
The Fugs would have been put in jail, probably. Dig Tuli’s rad dance moves!
Part II is here.
Previously on Dangerous Minds:
I’m dying to see this! Does anyone have a copy they can upload? I could only find a crappy version of it here on Vimeo.
Vivienne Westwood’s pointedly anti-consumerist remarks backstage at London Fashion Week after her big show were taken by some as more “dotty” remarks by the great British designer, but they didn’t seem that way to me. Yes, there is certainly a, uh, tension between showing a new collection of clothes and then telling everyone assembled not to buy them, but do you think Westwood doesn’t know that?
And besides, since when is the pure act of telling the truth, somehow dotty in the first place? Have I missed something here? The woman’s 1000% correct. She should be commended for her commitment to the future of mankind—and speaking with common sense—and not mocked.
I actually met her once about ten years ago and she was a trip. My close friend Oberon Sinclair was doing some PR work for the opening of the Westwood boutique in New York and there was a big sit down dinner for a lot of people. Westwood didn’t know a lot—if any—of the people present and Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, who I attended the dinner with, gallantly and sweetly, sat down with Westwood to put her at ease. So I was along for the ride and we sat across from her for about two hours and she was a delight, if a little non-sequitur at times. (Not a judgement, just a description. People must say that about me all the time…)
One-of-a-kind designer Vivienne Westwood Sunday night presented a gorgeous collection of autumn and winter outfits at London Fashion Week, then went backstage and told reporters she hopes people stop buying her clothes.
“Stop all this consumerism,” said Westwood, the former high priestess of punk who has increasingly used her catwalk shows to spotlight her concern about climate change.
“I just tell people, stop buying clothes. Why not protect this gift of life while we have it? I don’t take the attitude that destruction is inevitable. Some of us would like to stop that and help people survive,” she said.
Below is part one of Dame Westwood’s interview on Friday Night with Jonathan Ross last year. I thought she was fucking awesome when I saw this. Part II is here. Both parts are well worth watching. When is the last time you heard a public figure speak this passionately about something?
Westwood Condemns Consumerism After London Show (ABC News)
Vivienne Westwood meets James Lovelock on video (Dazed Digital)
Last week when I posted about the Wiseblood gig in 1986, I found this pretty amazing interview with Lydia Lunch conducted by my good friend, Merle Ginsberg (who you may know from Ru Paul’s Drag Race or Bravo’s Launch My Line) dating from 1983. Lydia discusses working with Jim Thirlwell, Marc Almond and Nick Cave on the short-lived Immaculate Consumptive performances and more.
Just when you think there are no new surprises coming out of the underground, something like the Taqwacore movement arrives, a fictional Islamic punk rock subculture that has become a REAL Islamic punk rock movement. Melissa Henderson writes at Brand X:
Originally imagined as a fictional world of living on the edge, Muslim punk rockers in Michael Muhammad Knight’s 2003 novel, “The Taqwacores”, Taqwacore has since evolved into an honest-to-goodness, real-life, fight-the-power scene, replete with young and charismatic activists, artists and Punk the only appropriate soundtrack to any decent rebellion.
Groups like the Chicago doom-crust band Al-Thawra and Boston-based ska-punkers the Kominas are rapidly gaining attention, as evidenced by August’s Los Angeles Times feature. Omar Majeed’s documentary about the subculture, Taqwacore: The Birth of Punk Islam, made Spin magazine’s Best Music Documentary list of 2009, and “The Taqwacores”, Eyad Zahra’s feature film adaptation of the novel, premiered this week as an official competitor at the Sundance Film Festival. (For more on that, check out the post at the LA Times 24 Frames blog).
Knight, a Rochester, N.Y., native who converted to Islam in his teens and then struggled with an inability to reconcile his faith with his inner Punk, coined the book’s title from the Arabic word “Taqwa,” which means piety or God-fearing, and hardcore, a subgenre of late-70s punk rock. The novel, which he handed out for free in parking lots before finding a publisher in 2004, resonated so strongly with young Muslims dissatisfied with traditionalists in their own communities and cliches foisted on them by outsiders that it became something of a manifesto.
READ MORE: The rise of Taqwacore: from parking lots to Park City (Brand X)
In his 60+ years on Earth, Mick Farren has worn many hats. He’s one of the founders of the “underground” press in Britain, he was the doorman at the psychedelic UFO Club (where Pink Floyd and the Soft Machine got their starts), a political activist, a well-respected science fiction novelist, a TV and media columnist, a poet, and, not least, he was the lead singer of the proto-punk band, The Deviants. His autobiography Give the Anarchist a Cigarette
Saturday night, Farren will be reading at La Luz de Jesus Gallery from his recently published anthologyZones of Chaos
La Luz de Jesus Gallery, 4633 Hollywood Blvd, Saturday, Jan. 23, 2009, 6 ?¢‚Ǩ‚Äú 9 p.m., (323) 666-7667
“Tuli Kupferberg was a mentor to all of us who grew up in the ?¢‚ǨÀú60s and sensed there was more to life than shuffling off to Vietnam and, if you returned, getting a job as an accountant and paying off a white picket fenced home in Levitttown. Like a Colossus he bridged the worlds of the literary Beats and the hedonistic hippies and infused his gentle, pacifist worldview into everything he did. His work would make you laugh out loud and cry inside. Watching him perform his incredible songs like ?¢‚Ǩ?ìNothing?¢‚Ǩ¬ù, ?¢‚Ǩ?ìMorning Morning?¢‚Ǩ¬ù, and ?¢‚Ǩ?ìKill for Peace?¢‚Ǩ¬ù with The Fugs was a cultural revelation and more mind-altering than any psychedelic. The fact that Tuli continues to make his voice heard, via You Tube, at 86, and after two debilitating strokes, makes him an American treasure and puts all of us who can still feel greatly in his debt.”
Larry “Ratso” Sloman
Author
Dangerous Minds pal Michael Simmons sends word of a concert in New York this weekend to benefit Tuli Kupferberg, patron saint of bohemian New York and one of The Fugs, history’s first punk band. In his way Mr. K has challenged the world, but Michael tells it much better than I can:
The Fugs were founded by poets Tuli Kupferberg, Ed Sanders, and Ken Weaver in 1965 as a logical marriage of the three Bs—Beat (poetry), (the) Beatles, and (Lenny) Bruce. Born in 1923, Tuli billed himself as “the world’s oldest rock star” at the advanced age of 42. He’d already published Beat zines Birth and Yeah, was noted by Mailer and Allen Ginsberg for outsider behavior including the levitation of the Pentagon, and beloved by we younger hippies for his unshakeable bohemianism as captured in his rooftop striptease. (It’s interesting how repressed America was back then while now everyone gets naked on the Internet. There was a time when disrobing publicly was a political act.) Tuli wrote many of the Fugs’ biggest non-hits: “I Feel Like Homemade Shit,” “Nothing” (“Monday nothing/Tuesday nothing/Wednesday Thursday nothing”), the aching ballad “Morning Morning” (beautifully covered by Richie Havens), “CIA Man” (recently heard in the Coen Brothers Burn After Reading), and “Kill For Peace,” the greatest anti-war song of all time. The latter captured Tuli’s outrageous wit in the service of his dead serious anarcho-pacifistic loathing of war and violence.
Thr Fugs broke up in 1969 and reformed in Orwell and Reagan’s 1984. They’ve continued to record and perform live, rail against the ruthless and selfish, and sing to the heavens in support of peace, fun, sharing, and love. If none of the latter four attributes have been abundant for the last 30 years, one cannot blame the Fugs. O how they’ve tried. For those who trot out the tired clich?ɬ© of hippies morphing into stockbrokers, check out the Fugs. No sell-out here. Tuli is 86-years young and continues to write parasongs (new satirical lyrics set to familiar melodies), draw cartoons, publish books (Teach Yourself Fucking being his most recent), and host episodettes on YouTube.
Tuli has had a couple of strokes in the last year and requires medical attention that is not fully covered by Medicare. This Friday, January 22, a benefit will be held at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY, produced by Hal Willner. Celebrating Tuli will be Lou Reed, Laurie Anderson, Peter Stampfel (of the Holy Modal Rounders and an original Fug), Philip Glass, Sonic Youth, Richard Belzer, Jeffrey Lewis (a clever young songwriter who’s become pals with His Tuliness), John Zorn, Lenny Kaye, Jolie Holland, Gary Lucas, Elliott Sharp, John Kruth and an All-Star Band, and, of course, his brother Fugs. Special surprise guests are rumored and, while that’s usually bullshit, I know of at least one that I’m not allowed to mention. Tickets can be purchased here and a Facebook page has been set-up here. Furthermore the Fugs will release a new—and farewell—album on February 23rd called BE FREE (The Fugs Final Part 2)
Despite severe medical challenges, Tuli’s been posting “perverbs” on YouTube lately. He taught me how to be young and now he’s teaching me how to be old. Thank you, Tuli, from the bottom of my heart, for taking your clothes off almost 43 years ago.
NOTE: Donations can be made to Tuli Kupferberg’s medical fund, via The Committee on Poetry. All donations are tax deductible.
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Bonus: Tons of Fugs videos
Here’s a collection of photos (which are for the most part new to me) of our beloved early 80’s Los Angeles punk rock heroes by one Vincent Ramirez.
I was born and raised in Los Angeles California, living mostly in the San Fernando Valley. My first exposure to punk rock came about in the late 1970?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s while walking into a local record store that I would frequent, Licorice Pizza. The Sex Pistols were playing over the PA at about volume 10. Little did I know what was about to transpire…documenting the Los Angeles Punk scene in all of its glorious moments, police violence, shows almost every night, Hong Kong Cafe, Godzilla’s, The Whisky a Go Go, The Starwood, Blackie’s, Cathay de Grande, The Vex, KROQ, Flipside, late night bus rides trying to get home at 3:AM, Black Flag, The Germs, etc etc…blah blah…you lived it 24/7. Enjoy!
thanks Ron Nachmann !
On December 22nd 1985 The Minutemen
Senator Franken, I could kiss you!
When I moved to Los Angeles from New York in 1991, one of the first things I noticed right off the bat (besides the 99 Cents Only stores, the vast number of strip malls and the LA Weekly ads for butt cheek implants) was how great L.A. radio was. Notice I wrote was... as in past tense.
Cut to 2009 and the radio landscape in the City of Angels is getting kinda lame. If you’re not into the far right talk of Dr. Laura, the all reggaeton, all the time stations or Britney Spears, you’re pretty much out of luck these days. When Indie 103.1 morphed into the Latin format of El Gato earlier this year, it really felt like the final nail in the coffin for L.A. rock radio. High-profile rock DJs like Henry Rollins and Sex Pistol Steve Jones were cut adrift from their loyal listening audiences and there was sadness in the streets.
But now rock fans, rejoice, for Jonesy is back! Jonesy’s Jukebox is operational again, but this time on the Internet, streaming live for one hour a day on the www.iamrogue.com website run by producer Ryan Kavanaugh.
Now L.A.‘s finest DJ can spin for the rest of the world. I, for one, certainly will be listening.
Below: Young Mr. Jones and some of his mates swearing on live television in 1976:
Here’s a hysterical animation about Major League Baseball player Dock Ellis and his infamous 1970 no-hitter game against the San Diego Padres while under the influence of LSD.
In celebration of the greatest athletic achievement by a man on a psychedelic journey, No Mas and artist James Blagden proudly present the animated tale of Dock Ellis’ legendary LSD no-hitter. In the past few years weve heard all too much about performance enhancing drugs from greenies to tetrahydrogestrinone, and not enough about performance inhibiting drugs. If our evaluation of the records of athletes like Mark McGwire, Roger Clemens, Marion Jones, and Barry Bonds needs to be revised downwards with an asterisk, we submit that that Dock Ellis record deserves a giant exclamation point. Of the 263 no-hitters ever thrown in the Big Leagues, we can only guess how many were aided by steroids, but we can say without question that only one was ever thrown on acid.
(via Nerdcore)
